VIP Songtext
Nigga, I [?] ([?])
Ooh, I'm feelin' like VIP
([?])
(Damn, [?])
Anywhere that I step, I'm feelin' like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, bitch, I see his face when he bleed, lil' bro 'nem gon' do it for free
He ain't gon' flex it whenever we come
Don't do no textin', I like to bump guns
Want a bag on my head, but they ain't got no funds
Ooh, I'm feelin' like VIP
([?])
(Damn, [?])
Anywhere that I step, I'm feelin' like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, bitch, I see his face when he bleed, lil' bro 'nem gon' do it for free
He ain't gon' flex it whenever we come
Don't do no textin', I like to bump guns
Want a bag on my head, but they ain't got no funds
Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the don
I just got me some drank with a brand-new double cup, spilled it all in the backseat
Shy, under cover, that bitch is a freak
GMG in the 'Wood, tryna leave 'em deceased
I be takin' these drugs, you can call me a fiend
Double back on my cousin and fled the whole scene
I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, not a bitch, not a thing
We ain't goin' for nothin', ain't no coppin' pleas
She fuckin' on me and my brother, but sayin' she love me, oh, this bitch lyin'
We just got the drop at 8, I tell bro 'nem, "We spinnin' at 9"
Don't want your love, I just fuck and decline
Actin' too tough and get hit with that nine
Don't wanna bump, why the fuck niggas hidin'?
Do his ass bad if a fuck nigga try it
They gon' be mad if I pop my shit
Fuck around, crash every car that I get
Music too loud, then I'm fast than a bitch
Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix (Stay out the way)
Why the fuck is you crankin'? I call up the members, go give 'em a spankin' That switch get to jumpin', this Drac' get to bangin'
I ain't tryna talk, I ain't makin' arrangements
Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin'
They gon' be mad if I pop my shit
Fuck around, crash every car that I get
Music too loud, then I'm fast than a bitch (Skrrt, skrrt)
Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix
Why the fuck is you crankin'? I call up the members, go give 'em a spankin'
That switch get to jumpin', the Drac' get to bangin'
I ain't tryna talk, I ain't makin' arrangements
Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin'
Anywhere that I step, I'm feelin' like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, bitch, I see his face when he bleed, lil' bro 'nem gon' do it for free
He ain't gon' flex it whenever we come
Don't do no textin', I like to bump guns
Want a bag on my head, but they ain't got no funds
Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the don
Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the members
Call up the members, they finna go get 'em
I call up the members, they finna go kill 'em
Ayy, ayy, ayy, go
I just got me some drank with a brand-new double cup, spilled it all in the backseat
Shy, under cover, that bitch is a freak
GMG in the 'Wood, tryna leave 'em deceased
I be takin' these drugs, you can call me a fiend
Double back on my cousin and fled the whole scene
I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, not a bitch, not a thing
We ain't goin' for nothin', ain't no coppin' pleas
She fuckin' on me and my brother, but sayin' she love me, oh, this bitch lyin'
We just got the drop at 8, I tell bro 'nem, "We spinnin' at 9"
Don't want your love, I just fuck and decline
Actin' too tough and get hit with that nine
Don't wanna bump, why the fuck niggas hidin'?
Do his ass bad if a fuck nigga try it
They gon' be mad if I pop my shit
Fuck around, crash every car that I get
Music too loud, then I'm fast than a bitch
Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix (Stay out the way)
Why the fuck is you crankin'? I call up the members, go give 'em a spankin' That switch get to jumpin', this Drac' get to bangin'
I ain't tryna talk, I ain't makin' arrangements
Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin'
They gon' be mad if I pop my shit
Fuck around, crash every car that I get
Music too loud, then I'm fast than a bitch (Skrrt, skrrt)
Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix
Why the fuck is you crankin'? I call up the members, go give 'em a spankin'
That switch get to jumpin', the Drac' get to bangin'
I ain't tryna talk, I ain't makin' arrangements
Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claimin'
Anywhere that I step, I'm feelin' like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, bitch, I see his face when he bleed, lil' bro 'nem gon' do it for free
He ain't gon' flex it whenever we come
Don't do no textin', I like to bump guns
Want a bag on my head, but they ain't got no funds
Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the don
Steady speakin' on Red, finna call up the members
Call up the members, they finna go get 'em
I call up the members, they finna go kill 'em
Ayy, ayy, ayy, go
